game over?

well then. cowardly craven sons of bitches. had a message from my doc’s office when i got home from visiting with Brand and Chris who are back safe (and EXTREMELY sunburned from their trip.)

considering the call the other day and now THIS ? fuck that shit. it’s game over. i’ll call in the morning, but i am willing to bet (and i never gamble unless i know the answer) that they’re telling me not to come back. THAT means they just signed my fucking death certificate. i’m not playing with this shit. i’m far enough gone that it was becoming a constant part of my thought anyway. fine. game over then. i have enough meds to make it to the middle of next month. then THAT is how long i have.

Leopara Bates

I have a degenerative nerve disease that's killing me and is reaching the final stages. i've kept extensive journals since before i was diagnosed with RSD and my pain doc suggested i keep an online diary about it.
i don't want to be contacted by people i used to know. you all abandoned me when i needed you, so i don't need you now.